September 27, Darien, Illinois (6 miles, Carefree Carmelite Village.)
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
On being.
September 25, Chicago.
This, from an interview with rabbi David Hartman on the NPR radio program On Being: "I need people to take me out of a locked room and let me breath alternative pictures."
And this: "Joyful are those who seek God, not those who found God." (from Psalms.)
Let me breath alternative pictures.
I am reminded once again that On Being is a such deep, thoughtful, provoking program, that it embodies the best of what public media can be, an important part of public discourse, that it sheds new light on my life every time I stop long enough to listen, and I am thankful.
This, from an interview with rabbi David Hartman on the NPR radio program On Being: "I need people to take me out of a locked room and let me breath alternative pictures."
And this: "Joyful are those who seek God, not those who found God." (from Psalms.)
Let me breath alternative pictures.
I am reminded once again that On Being is a such deep, thoughtful, provoking program, that it embodies the best of what public media can be, an important part of public discourse, that it sheds new light on my life every time I stop long enough to listen, and I am thankful.
A trailer with a view.
September 25, Chicago, Illinois (Norwood Park neighborhood, 17 miles, Norwood Park school grounds.)
Friday, September 23, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Mostly circus.
September 21, Crete.
Almost a hundred miles to come back to Crete, where we played on the eve of this year's Chicagoland tour, to just park for the day. Armando's truck has lights issues, so we idled on the side of the road for almost two hours, barely ten miles into the long jump. By the time I made it to Crete it was noon, and the cook house was closed. Fridman was still a long way out, having stopped at the weight station then blown the arrows.
Today is a day off.
Later on tonight the whole circus is going to see Universoul Circus in Chicago. That's what circus people do when they have a day off: they go see another circus.
Almost a hundred miles to come back to Crete, where we played on the eve of this year's Chicagoland tour, to just park for the day. Armando's truck has lights issues, so we idled on the side of the road for almost two hours, barely ten miles into the long jump. By the time I made it to Crete it was noon, and the cook house was closed. Fridman was still a long way out, having stopped at the weight station then blown the arrows.
Today is a day off.
Later on tonight the whole circus is going to see Universoul Circus in Chicago. That's what circus people do when they have a day off: they go see another circus.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
Still there.
September 16, Vernon Hills.
McHenry and Vernon Hills, same lot as every year, great lots, and good news: the farm tucked in the middle of encroaching McHenry suburbia is still there and it's not for sale anymore, but thriving, it looks like, with horses and sheep and a truck in the driveway.
I almost said an alleluia.
McHenry and Vernon Hills, same lot as every year, great lots, and good news: the farm tucked in the middle of encroaching McHenry suburbia is still there and it's not for sale anymore, but thriving, it looks like, with horses and sheep and a truck in the driveway.
I almost said an alleluia.
He's back.
September 14, McHenry.
Fridman had been gone since Round Beach Lake, sent to Hugo to get a truck to replace the one that broke down last week. He flew down on Monday and arrived tonight, glad for the break in the endless circus routine but also to be back home after driving close to a thousand miles in two days in an old shaky truck without a radio to listen to.
Fridman had been gone since Round Beach Lake, sent to Hugo to get a truck to replace the one that broke down last week. He flew down on Monday and arrived tonight, glad for the break in the endless circus routine but also to be back home after driving close to a thousand miles in two days in an old shaky truck without a radio to listen to.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
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